Next, reeving one end of the rope into a running noose, he flung it over the pinnacle, and with a tug had it taut.

This done, he tilted his body out, his toes on the ledge, his weight on the rope, and his body inclined forward over the sea at an angle of some twenty degrees from the cliff.
Having by this device found the position of the wreck, and judging that his single rope would reach, he swung back, gained hold of the cliff with his left hand, and with his right caught and flung the leaded end far out.

It fell true as a bullet, across the wreck.

As it dropped, a sea almost swept it clear; but the lead hitched in a tangle of cordage by the port cathead; within twenty seconds the rope was caught and made fast below.
All was now easy.

At a nod from Jim young Zeb passed down a second line, which was lowered along the first by a noose.